Green and white, with the blue, tumbling sea beyond and the white froth dashing over the can-buoy half-way to Montauk Point--as Captain Littlefield pointed out to his small passenger--and with the blue of the sky overhead, made almost a poster-picture of the land and sea-scape. The fresh gale with the strong tang of salt in it expanded the little girl's lungs. Her eyes shone and her cheeks were delightfully flushed. Miss Ball, looking at her, lost her heart to Carolyn May at once. "Where'd you get that little girl, Ozy Littlefield?" she asked. "She's an off child, I warrant." "She's stoppin' over to Truefelt's," said the captain. "How be ye, Molly I.?" "Fair to middlin'. How's the rheumatics in your wooden leg, Ozy?" "I get a kink in it now and then," said the captain with gravity. "Get any boarders yet, Molly I.?" "No. Them folks I had last summer, the children got the measles, so they can't travel. And I certain sure was glad. Children are all right; but measly ones--How are you, little girl? What's your name?" and she came closer to the buckboard to smile at Carolyn. She was a broad-faced, stocky, good-natured girl, "rising thirty," as the islanders would say. She was unfreckled because of the shelter of the blue-checked sunbonnet. She had a strong, uncorseted figure and wore a pair of men's brogans to work in. She smiled so warmly at Carolyn May that the little girl could not help returning it with interest, as she politely replied: "I'm Carolyn May Cameron, and I am living with my mamma at Mrs. Truefelt's house, and my papa is coming here Saturday to see us." "I want to know!" was Miss Ball's observation. "Say!" said the captain. "Ann Truefelt wants to know if you'll take in a woman and a baby, Molly I.? The man is going to clerk for us--be our new supercargo, as ye might say." "I declare! Is that what you come for, Ozy? I thought you was looking for Barzilla, and he's out in the _Snatch It_ today." "Swordfishin'?" "Yes. If them auxilary engines folks so favour now don't scare all the swordfish as far as the Georges. Now, are you sure Miz Truefelt wants I should take these folks?" "You got the room and the time to do it, ain't you?" demanded Captain Littlefield. "I s'pose so. What kind o' folks are they?" "Oh," put in Carolyn, unable longer to keep still, "if you only would just take the pale lady and her baby! I know they'd get well and strong here. And you'd like 'em, too, Miss Eyeball. The baby's just as _cute_." "Huh!" fairly grunted the island girl, her black eyes flashing an accusing glance at the amused captain. "So you had to tell even this little girl that poor joke, did you? I'm most tempted to marry the first man that comes along so's to get shet of it. Can't understand what my mother an' father were thinking of to put that 'I' in the middle of my name. They were right sensible people in other ways, too. 'Peared to be, anyway."